Love?

Janghoon dodged a blow from his sister. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't as clear driven as the others. He hadn't accepted the fact that he might kill her or vice versa. His little sister. She swung her sword, barely missing him.

"Coward!!! Why don't you fight?!" He watched her with side eyes, trying not to remember the last time he was torn.


"Janghoon." He looked up to see Setsuko open her room door. She was thinner, paler than when she first locked herself up.

"Sensei?" She closed the door. Her lifeless eyes stared into him.

"We must find the impostor." Her voice was cold and emotionless. "My . . . . my . . . father . . . would want that." Janghoon nodded as he stood.

"It is-"

"I know. Twenty miles. West." Her cold eyes turned from him as she left, the wake of sorrow left behind was almost to much for the chuunin to bear.


Janghoon dodged another swing.

"Fight me!!!" Seung screamed as her swords blurred with her movements. His mind fought back, trying to stop himself from being drawn into his memories.


"New around here?" Janghoon looked up when he heard the deep voice. A young woman took a seat next to him. Her silky dark black hair flowed out of the high pony tail it was in and her bangs tumbled over her right eye, reaching down to her chin as they narrowed. The lower part of her face was covered in a dark violet mask and a rose colored scarf that reached her knees after wrapping around her neck. Thick gold hoops swapped in her ears as she moved. Her light magenta tank top was tight and wrapped around her with its shoulder straps covered by thick metal that covered both shoulders completely. A long dark rose ribbon was wrapped in all directions around her stomach to her hips, showing her thin figure. A light violet skirt flared out from the ribbon and reached down close to her knees, leaving only her knees bear as her heavy boots were all the way up to her knees. She wore dark magenta colored arm guarders that cover her lower arms entirely, only allowing her fingers to be visible. On her side rest a strange weapon. It was like eight silver kunai were all sticking out of a silver ring, point in opposite directions. Each one had a mark engraved on it. Three thick lines, getting narrower as they went it. The two on the outside curved in from the side to reach the same point as the middle line that went straight down. Its long blades were each a foot easily. She watched him with her brown eyes. Janghoon suppressed a blush and smiled at her.

"Yes, my sensei and I are passing through." Her eyes smiled at him as she spoke.

"Your sensei? You are a ninja?" Janghoon nodded.

"Hai. Chuunin. My name is Sohn Janghoon." He bowed to her slightly. She returned the small bow and introduced herself.

"Tsuki Ai." The rest of the room faded away to a low hum as the two began to converse, getting lost in jokes or stories.


Janghoon grabbed Seung's arm and flipped her, taking her swords and tossing them to the side.

"Wake up! Orochimaru-teme is using the leaf! He stole your memories!!!" Seung had landed on her feet and pulled out kunai.

"You work with that vile demon whore!!! Like I'd believe anything you say!!!!" Janghoon dodged her kunai and created clones, trying to stop her without hurting her.

"She used to be your sensei too! Whether you remember it or not, I'm your big brother and I won't let anyone mess with you like that snake!" He snapped, determined to get through to her.


"Setsuko-sensei!" He opened the door to her room with a grin plastered on his fast. The tired looking woman turned to him, still in her gray pajamas. She sat up, her clothes hanging off of her thin frame.

"Yes?" He put a tray of food onto the dresser beside her bed.

"I met the most amazing girl today." She pulled her knees up to her body and wrapped her arms around them as she listened.

"Go on."

"She has spent her life traveling, looking for adventure. She's funny, smart, and a ninja!" Setsuko nodded, taking it all in with tired eyes.

"What's her name?" Janghoon smiled as he remembered it.

"Her name . . . Ai." Setsuko smiled weakly.

"That's nice. We'll be staying here for a bit to find out more about the impostor. You should spend time with her." And he did. For the next month he spent all his free time with her, which was a lot. Setsuko didn't need his help to find out so he and Ai were together hours on end, for almost every day. It was then that disaster happened.


Gaara watched as his sand protected himself from attack and consumed a sound-nin. Robin shot him a grateful look when it block kunai from hitting her. She landed beside him, blocking another one of Tenten's weapons.

"Watch your back better." Robin smirked as her naginata twirled, knocking back kunai.

"When I care for your advice, I'll give it to you." Gaara didn't show it, but he smiled on the inside at her small comment. He felt her leap up into the air once more, bringing it down and knocking Tenten down. She slammed her elbow into the girls back while her knee raised up and smashed itself into her chest. The girl fell to the ground, limp, as blood was vomited from the weapons expert. Robin ducked a chakra covered palm, losing part of her sleeve to Neji. Robin clutched her shoulder for a moment before letting her hands go through several different seals, her favorite summons appearing for her. "Neji-san, I say it again, no matter what the outcome, I will bear no ill will towards you." She charged, ready to strike. His arm pulled back with his palm open, his other palm guarding himself from any attack. Robin moved side to side, avoiding his lethal strikes, only getting cut a few times. She dropped to her knee and grabbed the handle on one of the blades as she thrust upwards. Neji's blood splattered onto her as he coughed and stepped back in surprise. He held his stomach, blood gushing from the wound she had inflected there. The Hyuuga fell onto his back, his own blood mixing with his girlfriend's. Robin closed her eyes briefly as she momentarily mourned her friend's death, still uncertain if Tenten was dead. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the swish of sand. It had stopped a blast of fire. Robin flipped backwards, landing back to back with Gaara once again.

". . . this is no time to mourn."

"Arigatou . . . gomen." She used her blades to hit a kunai to the side as more ninja advanced on them. "Cover me." Gaara nodded, knowing what she would do next. Soon strange creatures of dark shadows from her mind were conjured, battling shinobi.

"Robin . . ." He could see the mental stress already. After going through so much already, killing one of her good friends seemed to much for the Emotionless Executioner. She was only human.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on letting Neji-san's death go in vain."


Janghoon watched in horror as Setsuko slaughtered the village. She walked passed him as her blood destroyed the people. She had already been under mental pressure, more than he thought healthy. She paused when she reached the exit, her voice carrying over the screams and startling him.

"Janghoon." It froze him to the core. "I found the impostor. A girl from my village who didn't die with the others. She began to track me at once. Lately she's been using my name to try and get my attention so she could kill me." The door was blown open, her last words carrying themselves on the wind as she went to annihilate the impostor. "But it will be today the Tsuki clan ends."


Janghoon watched her sword drip with blood. He couldn't believe it. No, it had to be a lie. A lie. This couldn't be happening. He was her big brother. She adored him for such a long time. She hated to be left alone so she'd follow him. He never minded. It was Seung. Seung, his little sister.

". . ." Blood trickled passed parted lips, dripping onto the ground with more blood. She stepped back, more blood rushing to the ground as the sword left. Janghoon reached out in horror. She stared at him with unfocused eyes.

"S-S-Seung . . ." He stuttered in pain. A thud was heard as the dying sibling fell to her knees. Janghoon dropped her blood covered sword and caught her before she could fall to the ground completely. He stared at her with pain in his eyes. The life slowly fading from her. Growing cold. Just like before. No life. He felt almost a dozen poisoned kunai embed themselves into his chest. He fell back, clinging to his dead sister. A memory flooded his mind before it went blank.


His feet slapped against the cold earth as he ran, looking for them. His mind seemed to have stopped working. None of it made sense. None. His fearful eyes fanatically searched for them. The red stained sky stretched over the field as he ran. His legs burned and his chest ached but he kept on running. He had to get there. He had to stop them. The two would kill each other. And he didn't know which one he wanted to live. His body frozen when his eyes landed on them. She stood up, covered in blood. His breathing stopped. He knew whose blood it was. She turned to him, not caring that she was littered with blood. He fell to his knees, staring at her and the body. The pale and lifeless skin. Horror forever etched into the face. Parts of the skin ripped and torn. Bones jutting out into view. His eyes looked up at her, trying to find words. She stared at him. No emotions. Not one emotion ran through her. Her eyes were empty as she stared back at him. She looked at him without an ounce of emotion towards him. The blood dripped down onto the ground as the sun set. She looked at him while he fought back tears. She didn't mind that the blood drying on her was making him sick to his stomach. She was almost completely red. Her hair was matted against her and was becoming stiff as the blood slowly dried. Her face wasn't completely covered. Red was splattered. But she just stared at him, with those eyes. No emotion coursed through her. He looked back to the body as blood ran down her legs and arms. Wide brown eyes were lifeless and dull. Fear was the last emotion that was felt. The black hair was hacked away. Parts of the scalp missing from the hair being ripped out. A ear was partly cut off. The neck had a huge gash across it, revealing the white flesh that was stained from blood. He threw himself to the side and vomited. He regurgitated everything in his stomach and dry heaved for a few minutes before turning back to the blood covered woman. She looked down at him, with empty eyes from hell. He felt himself saying words. Asking why. It was then that she spoke. Her haunting words echoed through him mind, engraving themselves deep within him.

"What did you expect? If you're strong you live, if you're weak you die." She glanced back towards the corpse. Janghoon looked up at her, rage filling his eyes. He was on his feet and punched her in the jaw. Her head moved to the side but nothing more than that. Janghoon fought back tears as he screamed.

"What kind of bullshit is that?! She wasn't weak! You are!!" Her cold eyes turned to him as he continued his screams. "A man who you knew for less than 72 hours died in your arms!!!! Now all you do is stare off into space wanting everything to fade away!!!!!!!" The air was knocked out of him as he landed against the ground. She had only turned to look at him fully. It was the force of the wind itself that threw him.

"That man I only knew for less than seventy two hours," Her cold emotionless voice was laced with venom. "was a man who spent twenty five years looking for me. And he happened to be my father. He was taken from me before I was born by some old meiko that thought she knew best. That man excepted me for all that I was. That man was my father and I held him after some sick, pathetic, wanna be thugs hurt him while I was off mad at him because he couldn't find me sooner." The blood on the ground boiled. "That man was my father. He was an old man that was killed because some punks thought it would make them look 'cool.' He was one of the few humans I do not despise. So never think you may speak to me in such a manner." Her eyes, if possible, darkened. "I have seen more than you could comprehend. You are a selfish little brat that tagged along to try and see what real life was. I will not comfort you. I sought no comfort from you." Janghoon watched her in fear as the wind became wild. "If my way of things bothers you, than leave. Go back to the village, roam the world. I do not care. You followed me on your own accord. I did not ask." She turned from him and began to walk away. "I will gather my things and leave soon. If you follow me than remember that I will do things how I wish. You hold no authority over me, no human does." Janghoon watched her disappear before turning back to Ai. With tears stinging his eyes he buried her and left to follow Setsuko.